Luring me in with dubstep and the obvious outlines of your lips and coming out with things that taste like europop and hard candy? You have no sense. I know that you are all pronouncing limbs and I am just this piece of awkward shit but you know, I have my own sense of dignity too. You don’t come around hiding in your powder cakes of PAC only to fool more and more doubting adolescent girls. I’m barely two years apart from you.
I hate you, Keling, I hate you.
But you know, dubstep is sacred and I am glad you are not further fucking any more of that. People misuse them too much for me to understand anymore.
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